Two travelers,
Walking down the street,
Waiting for the boat,
They see him sitting down,
The man stands and looks,
With his eyes open,
Like, he never saw them before,
Staring at them,
Where is thou going?
To the place of many dreams,
Where we shall rest,
For the rest of our lives,
And where shall that be?
To the main continent,
That is right behind the corner,
Why thou going there?
To see the king,
Our brother, who is king there
Fie!Why thou see him
To meet our brother,
Why thou meet your brother?
You, Lord, ask many questions,
I am just interested,
I have a question for thou,
I will bear and hear it,
Why thou ask questions?